Talking to Howard

(This story won third place in the New Zealand Society of Authors' Graeme Lay short story competition.)

Howard, it's me, Sophie. I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it.

Leisha died. Mum found her in the bathtub. She started screaming and screaming and slammed the door hard.

But I saw her, Howard. I saw Leisha's hair.

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